:-(

My favorite cousins just left after a mad four day weekend visit.

I'm too sad to write some emotional, poignant post.

Tabula Rasa

I'm done with moping. With agonizing and backtracking. With consolation prizes that aren't even desirable. With repeating mistakes.

Wipe the slate clean and hand it back to me, please.

Imogen Heap

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QES4nLT4_gM

I'm liking her very much right now.

Untitled

Flashes of tongue and teeth. Of crimson reminders that I secretly wish wouldn't fade. Of ceiling above and white below. Of shadow. Of confusion and desire and relief. Of wanting to put all of it on loop. Of the thrill of love.

Of hands and lips everywhere. Everywhere.